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A/n: Bless those who worked hard on the movie, FUCK PARAMOUNT FOR BEING GREEDY ASSHOLES. Sidenote: If you are going to watch the leaks then please find away to support only the people that worked hard. They don't deserve any hate....but fuck paramount.
Your daughterβs first memory of the Fire Lord Festival is not the crowds.
Itβs not the banners or the drums or the way the palace glows like a living ember once the sun begins to set.
Itβs your hand.
Small fingers wrapped around yours, sticky with candied plum syrup, her other hand clutched tightly in her fatherβs sleeve like sheβs afraid he might disappear into the noise if she lets go.
Zuko keeps glancing down at her.
Not in the stiff, ceremonial way he used to glance at crowds, no...this is softer. Quieter. Like heβs counting breaths, grounding himself through the warmth of her grip.
βSheβs staring,β he murmurs to you, leaning down just enough that only you can hear. βIs she overwhelmed?β
Your daughter looks up at him at the sound of his voice, eyes wide and bright, cheeks flushed from excitement and heat. She doesnβt say anythingβsheβs still at the age where words come slowly but she squeezes his sleeve tighter and grins.
You smile. βSheβs amazed.β
Zuko exhales. βOkay. Good.β
He says it like heβs passing some invisible test, shoulders less tense.
The Fire Lord Festival has been rebuilt from the ground up, no displays of dominance, no roaring infernos meant to intimidate. Instead, thereβs warmth. Lanterns shaped like dancing flames. Street performers bending fire into floating koi and drifting petals. Musicians laughing as they play as others danced.
The people bow when they see Zuko.
Not sharply. Not fearfully like they used too, they all now with gratitude.
Your daughter notices.
She pauses, right in the middle of the walkway, and tilts her head as yet another group lowers themselves respectfully before her father.
She looks up at him, confused.
βDaddy?β she asks, soft and uncertain.
Zuko stops instantly. βYes?β he answers, kneeling so theyβre eye level, completely unconcerned with the fact that heβs halting the Fire Lord procession.
βWhyβ¦ people do that?β
Your heart tightens.
Zuko doesnβt hesitate. βBecause I help take care of them,β he says simply. βAnd because theyβre being polite. But you donβt have to do it back unless you want to.β
She considers this very seriously, cheeks puffed and then she waves.Just a small, enthusiastic wave, fingers wiggling like sheβs greeting duck-turtle hatchlings.
The crowd laughs.
Zuko blinks for a moment then laughs too, a quiet, breathless sound that looks like it surprises him every time it happens.
βThat works,β he says.
She beams like sheβs solved something important.
Aang arrives later, a grin already plastered on his face as he comes gliding down into the festival on a current of air that sends streamers fluttering and children squealing. He lands lightly, already smiling, already barefoot, already radiating a joy that feels impossible to contain.
βAang,β you greet warmly.
Zuko straightens instinctively but not stiffly. Not like he used to.βAang,β he says, nodding.
Your daughter stares, wide eyes, head tilted back as she kept her gaze only on him.
Aang crouches immediately, eyes lighting up. βWhoa. You must be the famous one.β
She let's out gasp then presses herself closer to Zukoβs leg, peeking out with curiosity.
βThis is my daughter,β Zuko says, pride threading through every word. βAnd...β He clears his throat. ββthis is Aang. The Avatar....My friend
Her eyes widen.βVa-tar,β she repeats carefully.
βThatβs me!β Aang grins. βDo you wanna see something cool?β
Zuko glances at you, hesitant. Protective.
You nod. βSheβll be okay.β
Aang lifts his hands slowly, gently, and forms a tiny swirl of air that lifts a single lantern ribbon into a floating loop. It spins lazily, harmless and beautiful.
Your daughter gasps. She reaches out instinctively, fingers brushing the ribbon as it drifts. She then explodes in giggles.
βAgain!β she demands, voice full and delighted now.
Zuko watches the whole thing like heβs seeing the world rewritten in front of him.
Aang catches his eye and smiles soft, knowing.
βYouβre doing good,β Aang says quietly.
Zuko swallows. Nods once.
As night falls, the lanterns are released.
Your daughter sits on Zukoβs shoulders now, tiny hands tangled in his hair as she points at the sky.
βFire stars!β she shouts.
βTheyβre lanterns,β Zuko corrects gently. Then pauses. βButβ¦ yeah. Fire stars.β
You stand beside him, your arm around his waist, feeling the steady heat of him beneath your palmβnot the wildfire it once was, but a home.
The people cheer as the sky fills with drifting light.
Your daughter claps.
She leans forward and presses a kiss to the top of Zukoβs head, entirely unprompted.
Zuko freezes.
You feel him go still beneath your touch.
Then his shoulders shake.
He doesnβt cry. Not exactly.
But his voice is thick when he says, βIβm glad she remembers this.β
You rest your head against his arm. βShe will cherish this.β
He looks at you then looks at you. βWhen I was her age,β he says softly, βmy memories wereβ¦ different.β
You squeeze his hand. "These are hers,β you reply. βBecause of you.β
He nods, unable to speak for a moment.
Your daughter yawns, finally, eyelids drooping as the last lanterns fade into the dark.
She curls against his head, half-asleep.βDaddy?β she murmurs.
βYes,β he answers instantly.
βFireβ¦ pretty.β
He smiles. βYes,β he says. βIt is.β
And for the first time, standing in the heart of the Fire Nation with his family wrapped around him, Zuko believes it, not as a ruler, not as a symbol, but as a father watching his child grow up in a world he helped make kinder.
This is the festival she remembers.Warm hands. Soft light. Laughter.
The night was cold. The air blowing through the windows, freezing up the bedroom. You and zuko are wide awake, you talk to him about his meetings, how he did such a good job at it.
Zuko just nods, staring at you. His face flushed, he wonders. How would you look like full of his kids?
βZuko.. youβre staring.β zukoβs thoughts immediately stop, his eyes widen as avoided your gaze.
βI was..? I didnβt notice.β he said in a low voice.
βZuko.. dear, what's on your mind?β you ask him, your tone with concern and voice soft.
βI want you full of me.β his voice deep, filled with arousal. βNot just my cock inside you..β
Zuko leaned down until his lips brushed yours,
βI want you full of my cum. Deep in your womb.β A thumb pressed against your lower belly through the fabric. βYou won't walk straight without remembering who filled you up.β
βOh really?β you smirk at him, teasingly.
Zuko can't control himself any longer.
pushed forwardβfast into your wetness waiting for him all night. Zuko slides his cock into you, raw and deep. As if heβs trying to carve himself permanently into your wet cunt.
Each thrust punched moans throat to throat until the room echoed loud enough for someone to hear from outside.. Neither of you cared. Especially the firelord whoβs balls deep between your trembling thighs.
βF-fuck.. Sβtight.. Shit.. pretty cunt squeezing the fuck out of me hah!β zuko moaned as he thrusts deep inside you.
You tighten even more around him. Your pussy wet with arousal, your eyes rolling at the back of your head.
βZ-zuko! Ha-ah fuck!β you moan. You drool at the pleasure of him fucking you.
βSay it fβme my wife..β zuko growled, βsay i can fill your womb however much i want.β
βm-more.. P-please!β you cried out. βFill my womb and get me pregnantβ¦β you cry out.
Thatβs all that he needed to hear.
Zuko immediately puts you on all fours, so in that way..
He could go deeper. Now he could make sure every inch of his cock reached the deepest parts inside you.
βLook at me baby..β he commandedβhis rough palm sliding up your spine until his fingers tangled in your hair and yanked just enough for his gold eyes to lock onto yours over her shoulder. βWant you watching when i fill you so full it leaks out.. Yeah?β he moans.
He thrust upward. Hard. his hips slamming forward his cock stretching your poor pussy out. Cock sinking impossibly deeper than beforeβthe stretch makes your tear up instantly.
βZ-zuko!β you yell out. βItβs ntoo muchβ I can'tβ gβnna cum!β
βCum for me baby.. You belong to me, only me. I'll mark this sweet cunt with my seed.β Zuko growed into your sweet slick skin.
You sob, as you cum all around his cock.
Zuko thrust harder into you, riding his high. Pounding your pussy as his cock reaches your cervix. His hips stuttered violently as thick ropes of cum shot straight inside you. Right where it belongs.
βYou did so good for me.. My firelady..β zuko murmurs. As he lays beside you. You snuggle up to him.
The humid air of the Fire Nation capital pressed against the palace walls, but inside the royal bedchamber, the heat was of a different sort. Zuko discarded his red outer robes, the heavy silk hitting the floor with a muffled thud. He stood in his simple trousers.
βThe weight of the crown feels heavy than usual.,β Zuko murmured, his voice a low rasp that vibrated in the quiet room.
βTake it off..β, you replied, your eyes tracking the movement of his shoulders.
βI intend to take off much more than that.β Zuko said. He moved to the edge of the bed, his knees sinking into the soft mattress. He leaned over you, the scent of sandalwood and old parchment clinging to his skin, replaced quickly by the musk of your desire.
Zuko reached down, his calloused fingers hooked into the waistband of your silken underwear. He pulled them down slowly, exposing the curve of your hips. The sight made your pussy made his mouth water.
The smell hit him, heady mix of salt, sweetness, and the metallic scent of arousal.
βYouβre so beautiful, my firelady.β he whispered, his golden eyes fixed on your pussy.
You let out a giggle. βOh really?β You replied to him. βThen eat me out alreadyβ
He didn't need further instruction. Zuko leaned down, his tongue flicking out to taste the very top of your slit. thin trail of translucent juice glistening against your inner thighs. He groaned into your skin, the sound muffled by your flesh. He used his thumbs to spread your labia, revealing the swollen, pink head of your clit.
βDoes that feel goodβ? he asked, his breath hot against your wetness.
βZ-zuko.. please just fuck me with your tongue..β you choked out, your hips giving a small, involuntary jerk.
He buried his face in your heat. His tongue, rough and warm, made a long, slow stroke from your perineum all the way up to your clit. A sharp, wet squelch filled the room as he pulled back and dived in again. He began to lap at your with a rhythmic pulse, his saliva mixing with your cum. The sound of his mouth working against you, shlicking and slurping-was the only noise in the room.
He sucked your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nub with precision. Your back arched off the bed
βI want to taste every drop of you.β, Zuko growled, his voice vibrating against your sensitive folds.
He moved deeper, his tongue probing your entrance, pushing past the outer lips to taste the darker, hotter depths of your pussy. More fluids leaked out, coating his chin and soaking into the hair around his mouth. He was relentless, his head bobbing as he feasted on you. The air was thick with the scent of your climax approaching, a heavy, floral musk that drove him to work harder.
βIβm close n-ngh! Zuko!β You cried out, your voice breaking.
βStay with me baby. I know you can give me more.β Zuko said in a raspy low voice, his fingers finding your entrance and sliding inside to join his tongue.
The friction was intense. Two fingers pumped into you, stretching the tight walls of your pussy while his tongue continued its assault on your clit. Air was pushed out of you with every thrust of his hand, creating a rhythmic squelch that echoed against the headboard. You let out a ragged scream as your muscles clamped down on his fingers, your body shaking with the force of your release. Zuko didn't stop, swallowing the fresh gush of your juices as they flooded his mouth, keeping his tongue moving.
zuko x reader as soon as they get married they find out they r gonna be parents ππππ and they are shocked but they be going at it everyday and maybe shes pregnant at the same time as katara π«°π«°πͺ·πͺ·
A/N:
this got me wet lowkπ I hope I captured your vision anon!
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The crimson banners of the Fire Nation fluttered against the soot-stained sky of the capital, yet inside the royal bedroom, the air hung heavy with the scent of sandalwood and sweat. Zuko, the Firelord, stood by the window, his golden eyes tracking the descent of the sun behind the volcanic peaks. The crown of the Firelord felt heavier today, or perhaps it was the weight of the new ring on his finger. Beside him, was you.. adjusting the silk robes that clung to your damp skin. The wedding festivities had ended only weeks ago, but the silence between them now felt different, charged with a realization that transcended politics and peace treaties.
βI didnβt think it would happen this fast,β Zuko said, his voice a low rasp that vibrated in the quiet room.
You stepped toward him, the obsidian floor cool against her bare feet. βThe physician seemed certain. Iβm 6 weeks pregnant.β you said.
β6 weeks..,β Zuko repeated, turning to face you. The scar across his eye crinkled as his brow furrowed. βWeβve barely had time to be husband and wife, and now weβre to be parents. I spent my youth chasing a ghost to reclaim an honor I never lost. Now, I have to figure out how to raise a child while rebuilding a world.β
βYou won't do it aloneβ you tell zuko gently, reaching out to trace the line of his jaw. Your fingers were warm, a stark contrast to the evening chill creeping through the balcony doors. βYou have me. You have your friends.β
Zukoβs hand moved instinctively to your stomach, his palm flat against the silk. His touch was tentative, as if he expected to feel the flutter of a heartbeat through the layers of fabric. The shock had yet to fully dissipate, replaced instead by a primal, protective urge that simmered beneath his ribs. He pulled you closer, his forehead resting against yours..
βThen we should make the most of the time we have left before the world demands everything from usβ, Zuko murmured.
He didn't wait for a response. His mouth found yours in a kiss that tasted of desperation and heat. Zukoβs hands, calloused from years of swordplay and firebending, gripped your hips, pulling your flush against the hard lines of his body. He retreated toward the massive, silk-draped bed, never breaking the contact. The transition from the shock of the news to the hunger of the flesh was instantaneous. For Zuko, every act of intimacy since your wedding felt like an attempt to root himself in this new life, to plant seeds in a world no longer defined by war.
He pushed the robes from your shoulders, the fine silk pooling at your ankles like spilled wine. You reached for the ties of his tunic, your fingers fumbling with the intricate knots until the garment fell away, revealing the pale, lean muscle of his chest and the jagged lightning scar that marred his skin. Zuko groaned, a sound deep in his throat, as he pressed your back into the mountain of pillows.
βI canβt stop thinking about it..β Zuko whispered, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. βThe fact that youβre carrying my child.. It makes me want you more.β
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him into the cradle of your thighs. βThen show me..β, you challenged.
Zukoβs hands wandered, finding the soft swell of your breasts and the hardening peaks of your nipples. He teased them with his thumbs, watching your face contort with a mixture of pleasure and anticipation. He moved lower, his tongue trailing a path of fire down your sternum to the slight curve of your belly. He lingered there, kissing the skin that would soon stretch with the growth of his heir, before his head dipped between your legs.
The scent of your arousal, sweet and musky, filled his senses. He used his fingers to part your folds, finding the slick heat of your pussy already weeping for him. With a slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue, he tasted you, a low moan escaping your lips as you arched your back. He worked with a focused intensity, his tongue flicking against your clit while his fingers pushed deep inside you, mimicking the friction of the act to come. The sound of her wetness, a soft shlicking noise, echoed in the quiet room.
Zuko stripped his remaining clothes away, his cock springing free, thick and pulsing with his heartbeat. He moved back up your body, his eyes locked onto yours. He positioned himself at your entrance, the broad head of his penis slick with your juices and his own pre-cum. He pushed inside slowly, savoring the way your tight walls stretched to accommodate his girth.
βAgni., youβre so wet for me,β Zuko grunted, his pace picking up as he found his rhythm.
Your hands sought on his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. Each thrust sent a jolt of electricity through you. The bed groaned under their shifting weight, the rhythmic slapping of his balls against your thighs punctuating the air. Zuko was rough. He moved with a raw, breeding instinct, his thrusts deep and heavy, aiming to fill you completely. He wanted to leave his mark, to ensure that every inch of you felt the weight of his cock.
βI want to fill you up,β Zuko panted, his voice thick with lust. βEvery day until the baby comes. I want you to feel me inside you.β
He flipped you over, pulling you onto your hands and knees. From behind, he admired the curve of your spine and the way your hair fell over your shoulders in a tangled mess. He entered you again, the angle deeper now, his cock hitting your cervix with a dull thud that made you gasp. The friction was intense, creating a squelching sound as his shaft slid in and out of your soaking wet hole. He reached around to cup your breasts, squeezing them as he fucks himself in you with bruising force.
βW-Wait, Zuko! H-hah.. shit!β You cried out, your head tossing back. βIβm close!β
βF-fuck.. me too..β, he replied, his movements becoming frantic.
He didn't pull back. He wanted you to take every drop. As you cummed, your internal muscles clamping down on him in a series of delicious ripples, Zuko let out a guttural roar. He thrust one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and emptied his cum deeppp inside you. The sensation of the hot liquid filling you was overwhelming, a messy, visceral reminder of their shared future. He stayed buried within you for a long moment, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room, the smell of sex and spent fire lingering in the air.
A week later, the heavy atmosphere of the palace was broken by the arrival of a familiar sky bison. Appa landed in the courtyard with a thud that shook the windows, and soon, the hallways echoed with the enthusiastic greetings of Aang and the more measured tones of Katara. Zuko and Y/N met them in the sun-drenched garden, where the dragon-lilies were in full bloom.
βZuko, you look like you haven't slept in a year!β Aang said, stepping forward to pull his friend into a brief, energetic hug. βBeing Firelord suits you, but maybe take a vacation?β
Zuko offered a faint, tired smile. βThereβs been a lot on my mind, Aang..β
Katara stepped forward next, her blue eyes scanning you with a knowing, gentle look. She looked radiant, though there was a certain softness to her features that hadn't been there during their last meeting. She took your hands in hers.
βItβs good to see you both,β. Katara said. βWe actually have some news! Thatβs why we traveled all this way on such short notice.β
Aang beamed, his hand instinctively moving to the back of his neck in a nervous gesture.l Well, you see, the thing is... Iβm going to be a father! , Kataraβs pregnant!β
The silence that followed was momentary, broken by Zukoβs sharp intake of breath. He looked at you, then back at Aang.
βYou too?β Zuko asked, his voice cracking slightly.
Aang blinked, his jaw dropping. βWait.. huh? what do you mean, too?β
You stepped forward, a small laugh escaping you. βWe found out a few days ago.. I was going to send a messenger bird, but I didn't know how to put it into words.β
Katara let out a squeal of delight, pulling you into an embrace. βThis is incredible! Our children will grow up together.. A new generation for a new world!β
Aang turned to Zuko, his expression shifting from surprise to a goofy, wide-eyed grin. βCan you believe it, Zuko? The Avatar and the Firelord, both dealing with diapers at the same time. The White Lotus is going to have a heart attack!β
βI think the world might actually be safe for a while,βZuko said, finally letting out a genuine laugh. βNo one will have the energy to start a war when theyβre up all night with a crying baby.β
The four of them moved toward the palace dining hall, the tension of the previous weeks melting away in the face of shared joy. That evening, a feast was prepared, spiced noodles, roasted meats, and sweet fruit tarts. The conversation flowed easily, jumping from memories of their travels to nervous speculations about parenthood.
βIβm worried Iβll be too strict..β Zuko admitted over a cup of tea. βMy father wasn't exactly a role model for gentle parenting..β
βYou aren't your father, Zuko.β Katara said firmly. βYouβve proven that a thousand times over.βYouβll be the father you needed when you were a boy.
βAnd Iβll be there to make sure you don't take things too seriously!β Aang added, winking. βIβve already started looking into airball variations for toddlers!β
Later that night, after Aang and Katara had retired to the guest wing, Zuko and you returned to their bedroom. The moon hung high, casting a silver glow over the bed. The weight of the news had shifted from a burden of shock to a beacon of hope.
Zuko didn't wait long before his hands were on yours again. The presence of their friends had only heightened his desire, a reminder of the life they were building beyond the walls of the palace. He pulled youagainst the door the moment it clicked shut, his mouth devouring yours.
βI canβt get enough of you.. my beautiful wife.β he whispered against her skin. βKnowing Aang and Katara are going through this too... it makes it feel real. It makes me want to hold onto this moment forever.β
He lifted you, hooking your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bed. The robes were discarded with even less than before. The urgency was back, fueled by the day's revelations. He entered you with a forceful lunge, his cock slick with the remnants of their previous encounters.
The sounds of their sex were louder tonight, the squelch of his entry, the frantic gasps for air, and the rhythmic thud of the headboard against the stone wall. Zuko moved with a desperate hunger, his body a map of scars and tension that only you could soothe. He focused on the feeling of your insides clenching around him, the heat of her breath on his neck, and the way your body seemed to bloom under his touch.
βYouβre going to be a mother..β, he groaned, his pace reaching a fever pitch. βAnd Iβm going to make sure you never forget who put that baby inside you.β
He drove himself into you again and again, his cock slipping out once from the sheer force of a thrust before he guided himself back into your soaking wet pussy with a wet, slapping sound. The friction was nearly unbearable in its intensity. As they both teetered on the edge of a climax, Zuko grabbed your wrists, pinning them above her head. He wanted to see your face when you broke.
Your eyes rolled back as the orgasm took you, your body shaking with the force of it. Zuko followed seconds later, his entire frame shuddering as he came inside you once more, his cum mixing with the sweat. He collapsed on top of you, his heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird.
In the quiet aftermath, as the embers in the hearth flickered low, Zuko held you. The Fire Nation was changing, the world was healing, and in the center of it all, a new life was taking root. He closed his eyes, finally at peace with the fire that burned within him.
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"mmh you smell good." he whispers into your ear, cradling your cheek as the soft pads of his finger tips lay cold on your heated face. the quiet consolation of the city noise running faint.
you giggle, biting his finger playfully. plush lips wrapping around tightly. you let go with a sigh, staring into his fiery eyes with utmost adore, "it's the shampoo you keep stealing from me..which im still mad about." you huff.
a hearty chuckle escapes from him, he hadn't expected you to be this worked up about it, he found it romantic, sweet, intimate.
zuko was a silent lover, often picking up gifts for you when passing by local vendors, placing his hands on your body whenever he could, making sure he could pleasure his sweet girl. it never bothered you, you enjoyed the praise in his eyes when wavering away other men, the presents he'd spoil you with.
"i should make it up to you" zuko mutters, hand travelling down to your thighs, the warmth welcoming him as you squeeze around him involuntarily. a slight gasp exiting you.
you melt into his touch, the feeling of him exploring you like its foreign, it excites you each time. always easing into it like he never left.
he tugs at your undergarment ever so slightly, earning a hum from you. his eyes lighten in satisfaction, beginning to slide them down, throwing them off to the side, he'd buy you a new pair once he was finished with you.
his hand rubs around your puffed clit, delicately moving in motion as you whine, his free hand covering your mouth with a wink. a finger dips in, your body jolting from the sudden feeling of being filled.
"zuko.." you utter, body instantly submitting to him. your eyes flutter shut. whimpering behind his hand uncontrollably, focusing on the pleasure as your hands hold onto his arm, trying to take his hand off yet proving no force from his firm grip.
a second finger dips, you immediately moan into his hand. mind going hazy as your hole stretches, your sweet cunt drenching his fingers with your juices.
"i know baby, i know." he responds, fingering you with such concentration and precise you believe he's enjoying this more than you are.
his lips tug into a smirk, seeing you unfold in front of him so tenderly, giving yourself up all for him. his own length straining against bedsheet, aching to be relieved.
a familiar heat pools in your stomach, body sputtering at the constant arousal invading you, moans getting sweeter and louder, breaking through the cracks between his fingers. brows knotting tightly.
you release in uneven sequences, cum oozing out of you like a juicy drop, the saccharine coating his fingers, glistening under the lamps in front of your window.
fingers begin to lift as he licks off the sugar, taste clouding his senses like ecstasy. making sure to get every last drop.
"still upset?" he asks in amusement, watching your eyes dilate as your mind blurs, trying to form words that definitely don't exist.
a faint shaky sound appearing as you try form a sentence, letting out a weak sob. "mh-mhm" you breathe. softly whining like a helpless puppy. cuddling against his chest as he peppers you with kisses.
a/n :: freaky baby maya got her device taken..she wouldβve loved the masterpiece iβve written.
β It's been eight years since Bakugou handed you the divorce papers without any reason, leaving you and your two children. But when co-parenting gets difficult and old feelings come back, you struggle with whether you can fall back in love with your ex-husband.
PAIRING: prohero!bakugou/dad!bakugou/divorced!bakugou x teacher!reader / mom!reader /divorced!reader (afab)
TAGS/WARNINGS: 18+; angst; kids; eventual smut (specific chapters will have different nsfw related tags); divorce; marriage; mention of pregnancy; fluff; suggestive; romance; second chances; jealousy; older bakugou and reader
STATUS: completed
UPDATES: tuesdays, thursdays , & fridays @ 2 PM EST (might post earlier sometimes)
A/N: this has been an idea that i've had for a while but never went through with it. i originally thought of it like four years ago but then fell off tumblr and now WE'RE BACK. tysm to everyone who helped out with the title of the series, especially to the anon who sent in this title!! i did not expect this series to have this many parts but i just had a lot i wanted to add to the story! also my first time doing anything nsfw in the 8 years i've had this blog lol... it's been a minute since i did a fic series (not smau related basically) so can't wait!
β It's been eight years since Bakugou handed you the divorce papers without any reason, leaving you and your two children. But when co-parenting gets difficult and old feelings come back, you struggle with whether you can fall back in love with your ex-husband.
PAIRING: prohero!bakugou/dad!bakugou/divorced!bakugou x teacher!reader / mom!reader /divorced!reader (afab)
TAGS/WARNINGS: 18+; angst; kids; eventual smut (specific chapters will have different nsfw related tags); divorce; marriage; mention of pregnancy; fluff; suggestive; romance; second chances; jealousy; older bakugou and reader
STATUS: ongoing
LAST UPDATED: march 12
UPDATES: tuesdays, thursdays , & fridays @ 2 PM EST (might post earlier sometimes)
A/N: this has been an idea that i've had for a while but never went through with it. i originally thought of it like four years ago but then fell off tumblr and now WE'RE BACK. tysm to everyone who helped out with the title of the series, especially to the anon who sent in this title!! i did not expect this series to have this many parts but i just had a lot i wanted to add to the story! also my first time doing anything nsfw in the 8 years i've had this blog lol... it's been a minute since i did a fic series (not smau related basically) so can't wait!
β It's been eight years since Bakugou handed you the divorce papers without any reason, leaving you and your two children. But when co-parenting gets difficult and old feelings come back, you struggle with whether you can fall back in love with your ex-husband.
PAIRING: prohero!bakugou/dad!bakugou/divorced!bakugou x teacher!reader / mom!reader /divorced!reader (afab)
TAGS/WARNINGS: 18+; angst; kids; eventual smut (specific chapters will have different nsfw related tags); divorce; marriage; mention of pregnancy; fluff; suggestive; romance; second chances; jealousy; older bakugou and reader
STATUS: ongoing
LAST UPDATED: march 6
UPDATES: tuesdays, thursdays , & fridays @ 2 PM EST (might post earlier sometimes)
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β Once the kids are gone for their school trip, Bakugou comes over to cook you dinner, leading to some pent up tension finally being released.
β PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced!/ teacher!reader
β WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; fluff; divorce; smut (oral - f receiving; fingering; sex - p in v; kissing; lotta tension)
β WORD COUNT:Β 5.2K
A/N:Β the way that i wrote this out initially when i was drunk out of my mind on valentine's day and i wish i had the initial draft cause it was CRAZY LOL do not drink three vodka martinis and attempt to write your first smut scene (hopefully it meets your expectations lol) also the dual povs mightβve been a lot but we need both of their thoughts, so sorry if that was confusing
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To say you were nervous was an astounding understatement. After dropping the kids off at school for their trip, you immediately felt anxious as the reminder that Bakugou was coming over finally hit you.Β
The whole week you were able to distract yourself with work and the kids but now, it was the weekend and the kids were gone for the night. And you thought you were going to lose your mind.
Before Bakugou came over, you immediately cleaned the house top to bottom, not sparing a single piece of dust. Afterwards, you showered, spending a lot longer than normal to clean yourself. Not for a particular reason, you convinced yourself, you just really cared about cleanliness, especially for that night.Β
You had contemplated what to wear for way too long. There was no point in dressing up, it was still your home, but you couldnβt just lounge around in your pajamas. After some deliberating, you settled with a cardigan and jeans before you racked your brain too much about such a trivial thing.Β
When the doorbell rang, you inhaled and exhaled before answering the door. When you opened the door, Bakugou stood on your porch, a lazy smile on his lips once he saw you. He was wearing his usual black T-shirt and black pants but he looked more put together in a way. And he got a haircut.Β
In one hand he had a bag of groceries and his other hand was behind his back. He brought his arm out in front of him and revealed a bouquet of roses and handed them to you. You gasped. βKatsuki, you didnβt have to!β
He shrugged as he walked inside, closing the door behind him and slipping his shoes off. βYouβve always loved roses so I got 'em.β He paused. βYou still like βem, right?β
You held back a laugh and nodded, going to the dining table to grab the empty vase that had sat in the middle of the table for so many years and put the roses inside. You couldnβt recall the last time someone had gotten you flowers. And the last person to get you flowers was most definitely Bakugou.
βFuck, itβs freezing in here,β Bakugou commented as he followed you into the kitchen.
βI know. The thermostatβs stuck at the same temperature this morning and it wonβt change,β you said with an annoyed sigh.
βIβll call a guy tomorrow to come take a look at it.β
You shook your head. βNo, itβs okay I can call someone. You donβt have to.β
βBut I want to,β Bakugou insisted. βLet me do this for you, Y/N.β
You looked up at him and you knew regardless of what you said, a maintenance person would be at your doorstep bright and early tomorrow. βOkay.β
Bakugou smiled triumphantly and set the groceries on the counter. βAlright. Now get outta here so I can make dinner.β
βWait, let me helpββ
βNo, Y/N. Just sit down for once,β Bakugou said, placing his hands on your shoulders and gently pushing you to sit at the dining table.Β
You scoffed as he washed his hands at the sink. βYouβre impossible.β
He smirked and turned his attention back to the groceries.
Watching Bakugou cook dinner was interesting to say the least. It was like you were promised a dinner and a show, and not just from the way his biceps bulged out of his shirt as he cooked. You were convinced he was playing up his cooking skills, with his dramatic flipping of the pan and the way he peered over to you every now and then, and you were also convinced he wore a tight shirt so you would keep staring at him. Not that you were complaining; at least you didnβt have to cook and you got to watch him.
He cooked your favorite dish and you didnβt even realize it until he set your plate in front of you. Even after all this time, he still remembered every little detail about you. You made sure to praise him for his cooking like you always did. Of course he had to be good at everything, refusing to be decent in anything he did. Especially not when he was cooking for you of all people.
By the time you both finished eating, Bakugou suggested watching a movie. He didnβt want the night to end and he sure as hell didnβt want to go back home all alone. He wasnβt sure how you felt but he wanted nothing more than to be in your company for as long as he could so he was relieved when you agreed.Β
Bakugou didnβt care what you put on the TV, he just wanted, needed to be near you.
So as whatever movie you chose started playing, Bakugou leaned back on your couch, crossing his arms over his chest. Fuck it was so cold. How long were you freezing like this and when were you going to tell him?
He kept sneaking glances at you throughout the movie and he saw how you were fixated on the movie, enamored by whatever it was you had put on the screen. Or so he thought.
You were actually hyper aware about how close he was beside you. The broken thermostat made it freezing and you didnβt realize you were shaking until you subconsciously kept inching towards Bakugou, whoβs warmth practically radiated off his body.
And Bakugou noticed it, too. He glanced down at you, noticing the way your body shook slightly and how you flinched occasionally as a shiver went down your spine. βCome βere,β he said.
Your attention was snapped away from the TV as you looked up at him, convinced you had misheard him. βWhat?β
βYouβre shaking, Y/N,β Bakugou commented, looking down your body. He outstretched an arm to you. βSo come βere.β
There was an internal dilemma going on in your head. Since he had come to your house, you wanted nothing more than to sink into those arms and have them wrapped around you. God, did you want that. But despite his apologies and your reconciliation, you couldnβt help but think about everything that had gone wrong between the two of you.
But none of that mattered right now. You were going to be in this manβs arms.
You slid closer to him and Bakugou bit back a grin as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him and Bakugou had to hold back the urge to nuzzle his head into your neck to inhale the citrus and jasmine scent you always had on your skin. Fuck, you were ice cold under his touch.
βReminds me of that time my heater was busted in my first apartment and you were shakinβ like a leaf and clinginβ to me the whole time,β Bakugou said, smiling at the memory.Β
You snorted. βYeah, only because you kept insisting on having me over and then forgot to tell me that your heater was broken. You didnβt realize because youβre like a walking sauna.β You'd never forget that day, not just because of how comical the situation was but because that night was the first time you and Bakugou had sex.
A few beats passed and you looked up at him. βThanks for keeping me company tonight.β
He looked down at you, his heart skipping a beat once he registered just how close you were to him. His palms felt sweaty and he had to resist the urge to wipe them down on his pants. Because there was no way in hell he was removing his arm from around you.Β
Bakugou just nodded. βAnytime.β
At that point you had no idea what was happening in the movie but you refused to admit that. Who knew what was going on in Bakugouβs head but you knew one thing for sure: you wanted nothing more than to climb on top of him and kiss him until your lips went numb.
And of course Bakugou was thinking the same thing. You smelled so fucking good and your skin was so soft under his touch, his fingers brushing the exposed skin on your hips as your cardigan rode up. He had to remind himself to calm down and breathe slowly, because if he focused on how much your body was pressed against his, his dick would be rigid more than he could handle.Β
And he was convinced he wanted you more than you could ever want him. Why would you want him after what he did to you? No amount of apologizing would ever make that up.
But you didnβt care about that at that time. You knew at that moment you just wanted him.
The movie slowed down to a cliche with the two main characters standing in the rain. The male lead went on a monologue, expressing how much he loved the female lead and how he knew he had fucked up.Β And as he continued to spew how much he loved the female lead and how he couldn't live without her, your heart began to hammer rapidly against your chest. He begged and begged for a second chance.
Upon hearing his words, your body froze. You slowly turned your head up to sneak a look at Bakugou, whoβs eyes had widened slightly after he paid attention to the movie for the first time.Β
He met your gaze and you watched as his eyes flicked from your own and down to your lips. You watched him swallow before whispering, βSorry. Canβt hold back anymore.β
Before you could ask what he meant, his lips met yours and you gasped into his mouth. His arm had tightened around you, turning you to him, and his other hand cupped your cheek.Β
Bakugou pulled away for a moment, his heart beating out of his chest. You were stunned, your lips parted and your eyes dilated. Fuck, he fucked this all up.
βY/N, I know you donβt want me anymore butββ
βWho the hell said I didnβt want you?β You uttered so fast and breathless and you grabbed Bakugouβs face pulling him back to you.
Bakugou felt the heaviest weight off his shoulders and his body melted into yours. Your lips moved against his so fast like you were both starving for each other. To be fair, you both were starving for each other.
Bakugou imagined what his first kiss with you wouldβve been like following the divorce. He always dreamed about being in your arms again and he vowed to kiss you gingerly and gently, like you deserved.
But in that moment, all of those sentiments burned from his mind. Heβs wanted this for so many years and his desire translated in the way he was holding you.Β
You inserted your tongue into his mouth and he tasted like the peppermint he had eaten after dinner and the cherry chapstick you had put on before the movie. As your tongues brushed against each other, Bakugou let out a guttural moan in your mouth.
He wrapped his other arm around your waist and hoisted you up onto his lap. You slid your legs on either side of him and he had to pull himself back from pinning you down onto the couch when you ground your hips into his. You smiled against his lips when you felt his dick harden beneath you and you were throbbing so much you needed friction against your clit to relieve yourself, your hips rocking back forth against him.Β
You almost groaned in irritation when Bakugou pulled away from you. His skin was flushed and he was panting heavily, his lips swollen. You were sure you looked the same. βIs this what you want, baby?β He looked concerned, his eyes searching your face for any sign of regret or hesitation.
In that moment you couldβve melted like putty in his hands just from him calling you βbaby.β But you rolled your eyes, feeling impatient as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back to you so your lips ghosted his. βJust shut up and fuck me, Katsuki.β
Bakugou almost choked on his breath. In the past, he was always the vulgar one, whispering the nastiest things to you while he pounded his dick into you who was a moaning mess under him.Β
But you had suppressed these pent up emotions for so long and you didnβt want to keep suppressing them. So he didnβt hesitate for a second. βYes, maβam.β
His lips latched back onto yours and you moaned into his mouth as he slipped your cardigan off, leaving you in your black tank top you had on underneath. You clutched his shirt up from the hem, the fabric balled in your fists as you slipped it off his body as well.Β
His body was so warm under your touch and your tits were pressed against his chest. He flipped you over to the side, your back laying against the couch and just as his hands went down to fumble with the button of your jeans, you let out a, βWait!β
Bakugou froze, pulling away from your lips. He was scared out of his mind that he had done something wrong.Β
You shook your head urgently. βNot here. Kids sit on the couch. In my room,β you said in between breaths.
Bakugou let out a sigh of relief and he scooped you up into his arms and you hooked your legs around his waist as he carried you over to your room using one arm to hold you against him. Bakugou kneed the coffee table out of the way and he nearly kicked your door down, not bothering to close it. It didnβt matter; you were home alone after all.
He nearly threw you down onto the bed impatiently, your old bed frame creaking from the sudden movement. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you towards him so you were lying on the edge of the bed, your legs dangling off the side. Your fingers fumbled with the button and zipper of your jeans and you cursed at yourself for not wearing something easier to rip off.
Bakugou grew impatient with you and he nearly popped the button off, sliding your jeans off your legs. His body hovered over yours as he held himself up with his elbows. His lips caressed your neck and you bit your lip to hold back a moan that you failed to hold back.Β
His lips peppered kisses and licked and sucked on your skin and you felt like you were going to implode. βShit, Katsuki.β
You hooked your legs around his waist, and ground your hips into his, your panties soaked and leaving wet patches on his pants.
βGod, fuck, Y/N. Youβre gonna make me come in my fuckinβ pants,β Bakugou grunted, his lips hovering yours again.
βThen hurry up and fuck me,β you whined.
Bakugou let out a breathless laugh. βNot yet, baby. Need to taste you first.β
Your mouth went dry and you gasped as his fingers went down and rubbed circles against your clit, over your panties. Bakugou was eating up your reaction, the way your brows scrunched together, your eyes closing, and your lips parting and letting out the sweetest sounds that could make Bakugou come in an instant.Β
βDo something, please, Kats. I-I canβt take it anymore,β you whimpered, your voice cracking.
Bakugou tore at your panties when you called him his old nickname you gave him since the moment you met him. It pissed him off when he finally met Minaβs new friend she kept gushing to him about. He was irritated at how bubbly and sweet you were and how close you got to him. But back then he kept telling himself you annoyed him and he couldnβt stand you so he didnβt have to address his blatant attraction to you. But in that moment he missed hearing that name more than anything.
βI know, baby,β he whispered, sinking two fingers into your pussy. He didnβt have the patience to stretch you out slowly, finger by finger. He needed you now.
βOh my god,β you said in a gasp as his fingers undulated in a speed that made your toes curl.Β
Bakugou watched as you melted in his arms, gripping his biceps as you became a whimpering mess that made him want to go feral. He had to hold it together but goddammit you made it so hard.
The sound of your pussy squelching against his fingers and your moans flooded his ears and he couldnβt take it anymore. βFuck, I need to taste you. βM gonna lose my fuckinβ mind.β
He pulled his fingers out of you, making you want to complain but any complaints you were about to let out got caught in your throat as his lips sucked on your clit.Β
βOh myβ shit!β you moaned, fisting your bedsheets in your hands. His hands went up and grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to him as he knelt in front of the bed, his head buried in between your thighs. He laid your legs over his shoulders and he slid his tongue in your entrance and you bit your tongue.Β
Bakugou remembered every way your body reacted to his touch, knew exactly where to touch you to leave you as a whining, wet mess.Β
βTaste so good, baby,β Bakugou praised against your pussy. βEven better than I remember.β
Your fingers tangled themselves into his hair and he moaned as you tugged on his hair, sending vibrations all over your body as he continued to suck your clit.Β
βKats, I-I canβtβ I need toββ You stuttered, your eyes squeezing shut as you saw stars. Your hips ground into his mouth and you nearly screamed when he inserted his fingers back into your pussy, hitting that sweet spot that he always knew exactly how to find.Β
βLet go, baby, come on my mouth.β And that was all you needed as your orgasm reached its peak and you did as you were told came on his tongue. And Bakugou lapped it up like he had been needing this for yearsβ¦ which he did.Β
Your hands went limp and your toes uncurled, your chest rising and falling as you attempted to catch your breath. He was still just as good at giving head as you remembered. Maybe even better.Β
βYou okay?β Bakugou asked, rising from between your legs and you weakly nodded. You couldnβt remember the last time you had an orgasm that rough and intense and your legs and pussy felt like jelly.Β
You tilted your head, looking up at him. His lips, nose, and chin were glistening with your come and when your gaze traveled down, his dick was straining against his pants.
You bit your lip at the sight, reaching up to unbutton his pants. He grabbed your hand, hovering over you. βI-I donβt have any condoms. Donβt wanna fuck without βem.β
You groaned, pointing to your nightstand. βIn the drawer. Grab some.β
Bakugouβs heart nearly stopped. You hadnβt had sex with him in eight years so either those were very old condoms orβ¦
You rolled your eyes when you saw he was in his head. βMina got them for me to convince me to get laid last year. I never used any of them so stop overthinking and fuck me before I kick you out.β
Bakugou couldnβt hold back the smirk that crept up his face. Youβd never been this needy and insatiable, usually he was the one all over you so he was enjoying this way more than he should have. There was also a sense of relief that washed over his body. It wasnβt that he didnβt want to have sex with you, he just didnβt want to imagine any other person enjoying you in the way he was in that moment. And selfishly he wanted you all to himself.Β
Little did he know, even if you wanted to have sex with anybody else, youβd just imagine they were him. βCause no one fucks like Bakugou.
Bakugou grabbed a condom, his eyes nearly bulging out at the sheer amount of condoms in your drawer. He reminded himself to yell at Mina the next time he saw her.Β
Bakugou bit back a laugh, knowing better than to laugh in your face, when he heard you whine as he deliberately took his time taking his pants and boxers off and sliding the condom on. He enjoyed watching you squirm, showing him exactly how much you needed him.
He maneuvered your body up the bed so you were in the middle of the mattress against your pillows. You both tossed the decorative pillows you had lying around to the floor and he hovered over you, his dick pressed against your pussy. He felt his knees shake as he hovered over you. God, heβd dreamed about this moment and he dreamed about fucking you until he came over and over again. Thatβs why he knew to make you orgasm first; βcause he had a feeling this was going to be over quick. There was no way he was going to last long after eight years of not fucking.Β
You pulled your tank top off, grumbling when you struggled to unclasp your bra. Bakugou dipped his arm behind you and took it off with ease, tossing it to the side without a second glance. You narrowed your eyes at him. βYou were a little too good at that.β
Bakugou smirked, his face hovering a few inches from yours. βYou jealous, baby?β
You rolled your eyes as he adjusted himself. βYou wish, you asshole.βΒ
He knelt down and kissed down your neck, then his lips latched onto your left nipple while his hands cupped your breast and twisted your other nipple. You gasped, βG-Give me a warning next time!β
He hummed. βNah, I like you like this.β
Bakugou pulled away from your tits, his cock subconsciously rubbing in between your folds. He froze when he looked down at your side.
For a man whose body was littered with scars he looked at the scar on your side in anguish. It was the same scar you got when that villain attacked your home. The villain attack that sent Bakugou on a self-deprecating, self-sabotaging spiral all those years ago that led to your divorce.
You recognized the minute he looked at your scar what thoughts were spiraling in his mind and you reached up and pushed his chin up so he was looking at you.Β
βItβs not your fault, Kats,β you whispered and Bakugou smiled softly at you.
He hovered back over you, his cock lining up with your entrance. His hand went down and caressed your face. βI love you, Y/N.β You bit your lip to hold back a sob. βAlways have. Canβt live without you.β
You grabbed his face and kissed him, hooking your legs around his waist. He grabbed the base of his cock and slowly sunk inside of you.
You both let out a moan, your legs tightening around him and Bakugou gripped your headboard for stability.Β
βGod fucking dammit,β Bakugou groaned as he felt you clench around his cock and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He looked down at you. You were so beautiful even as your hair stuck to your forehead from sweating and as you panted to catch your breath. He didnβt know what he deserved to have you back in his life like this. βYou okay, baby?β
You nodded, your lips quivering and tears stinging your eyes. You forgot how good it felt to have his cock in you. βM-Move, Kats, please.β
Bakugou wanted to go slow, for both yours and his sake. He was holding on by a thread and the minute he started fucking you he knew heβd come in minutes. But with the way you were begging for him to moveβ¦ well of course he had to oblige.
The first snap of Bakugouβs hips jolted you, so much so that your toes curled. You needed stability as he rammed his cock in and out and you gripped onto his back, your nails raking down his skin.
He nuzzled his head into your neck and your bodies were so close together as if youβd always been one person.Β
βFuck, c-canβt hold back anymore,β Bakugou grunted, and he gripped the headboard even tighter, his nails digging into the wood and his other hand fisted your pillow.
He was pounding into you, the sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout your room. Even when you were dating and married you couldnβt remember the last time Bakugou fucked you so intensely.Β
βFuck,β Bakugou groaned as his cock relentlessly fucked your pussy, his mushroom tip hitting your sweet spot with every motion.Β
βK-Kats, Iβm gonnaββ you cut yourself off as you held onto him as tight as you could.
βCome, baby. I got you,β he mumbled in your ear and you felt your legs shaking around him, another orgasm rippling through your body. Bakugou felt like he was losing control of his quirk, something that hadnβt happened since high school, and he made sure to keep his hands away from your body. Tiny sparks erupted from both hands, the wood searing beneath his grip and your pillow burning.Β
But you didnβt care. It felt too good to care.
Your bed continued to creak with every movement. Right when Bakugou felt like he was about to climax, that was when you heard the first snap. The bed shook and collapsed onto the ground as all four legs snapped off of the frame and slammed into your floorboards.
You let out a yelp, holding onto Bakugouβs back as the impact of the bed falling hit you. Bakugou covered your body, not completely aware of what happened. He had stopped moving, his dick still in you. He looked to his left and saw that the base of your bed frame was in fact flat on the ground now.
βDid the bed justβ¦β You started. Yup, Bakugou fucked you so hard your old, rickety bed frame finally snapped.Β
You erupted into laughter and Bakugou had to stifle his own. βHow fuckinβ old is this thing?β
You looked up at him shyly. βI got it really cheap online years ago, okay? I wasnβtβ¦ doing anything this wild so it never caused any problems.β
Bakugou sighed, kissing your cheek and resting his head in your neck. βStupid fuckinβ thing ruined my momentum.βΒ
You giggled and Bakugou hummed at the sound of your laughter. He pulled away, his face hovering yours again. You moved your hand to caress his face and he kissed your palm. βSorry, baby. Iβve gotta come. Dickβs so hard it fuckinβ hurts.β
You fought back a smile and nodded. βGive it to me, Katsuki.β
He closed his lips over yours, rocking his hips at a much slower pace. The wood of the snapped bed frame scraped the floor but you didnβt give a damn.
You moaned into his mouth. βF-Feels so good.β
βI love you, baby,β Bakugou said against your lips, sloppily kissing you again. βMissed you so fuckinβ much.β
You whimpered as he continued his slow pace which increasingly got faster. Bakugou had to finish this, he was convinced his dick would fall off if he didnβt come anytime soon. And you were convinced your pussy was broken as he went back to pounding himself into you.Β
You continued to moan his name and Bakugou swore his cock hardened even more. βMotherfucker,β Bakugou grunted and with two more rocks of his hips, he sunk his cock deep in you and came the hardest heβd ever come in his life.Β
βK-Katsuki,β you whimpered weakly as you felt him come and he kissed your cheek and your neck. Your clit was throbbing and Bakugou rested on top of you for a moment.
Bakugou pulled out of you with a groan, and your body shuddered. He collapsed on the bed beside you, his chest heaving up and down. Your body was numb; you couldnβt remember the last time you had multiple orgasms in a night. He looked over to you, his hand hovering your face as his fingers gently pushed away at the hairs stuck to your forehead and kissed your head.
Bakugou sat up, taking the used condom off his dick and tossing it in the trash beside your bed. When he went to get up, you panicked for a moment. Was he going to leave? Did he come here knowing you were going to have sex and now that he got what he wanted, was he going to leave you there?
As if he knew what you were thinking, Bakugou turned as he stood by your bathroom door. βNot leavinβ, baby. βM grabbinβ a towel.β
You nodded weakly and closed your eyes. You could hear him moving around as he cleaned himself up and when you felt him wipe the towel against your pussy you hissed. βB-Be careful!β You were still sensitive.Β
βSorry,β Bakugou said lowly, holding back a laugh as he tossed the towel to the side and slid under the covers. He helped you get underneath them as well and you laid your head on top of his outstretched arm, clinging to his side.Β
He kissed your head, rubbing your arm. He then tilted your chin so you were looking up at him. βI canβt do this co-parent shit anymore. I want you back in my life, Y/N.β His eyes seared into yours. βI need you as my wife again.β
You smiled shyly, giving him a small peck. βIβd like that.β Bakugou smiled and he looked relieved. But you had to set some things straight. βBut I want to take things slow.β
βWe just fucked and broke your bed and you wanna βtake things slow?ββ Bakugou asked in disbelief.
You swatted a hand to his chest. βLook, we both know thereβs been a lot of sexual tension between us for weeks. And I havenβt been laid in eight years, okay? I needed this.β
Bakugou laughed. βOkay, okay. Sorry.β
βBut Iβm serious about taking things slow,β you reiterated, giving him a stern look.
Bakugou nodded, cupping your cheek and the pad of his thumb brushed against your cheek. βWhatever you want, baby. Iβll do anything to be with you.β
You smiled. βI donβt want to tell the kids about this either. Not yet at least.β
βAgreed.β
βGood, so weβre on the same page,β you said with a nod.Β
Bakugou pulled you closer to him. βYouβre so fuckinβ beautiful,β he whispered against your skin as he kissed down your neck. He raised his head, closing his lips over yours and for a moment youβre back to practically sucking his face off.Β
Then you pulled away, remembering what you had just talked about. βKatsuki.β
Bakugou leaned back on the pillow, which had a palm shaped burn on it. βSorry. I know you wanna go slow.β
Despite what he said, your leg brushed up and you felt his dick harden against your thigh. How the hell did he still have any energy to still be aroused?
You bit your lip and you got up, swinging your legs over his lap. He watched you with confused eyes as you stroked his cock twice. βWe can go slow starting tomorrow.β
Bakugou smirked and he leaned over and grabbed another condom from your stockpile. You took it from him and slid the condom over him as he lifted your hips so you could sink back down onto his cock.Β
The bed continued to scrape the flooring and you knew there would be a huge mess to clean up the next day. But that was a tomorrow thing.
β It's been eight years since Bakugou handed you the divorce papers without any reason, leaving you and your two children. But when co-parenting gets difficult and old feelings come back, you struggle with whether you can fall back in love with your ex-husband.
PAIRING: prohero!bakugou/dad!bakugou/divorced!bakugou x teacher!reader / mom!reader /divorced!reader (fem)
TAGS/WARNINGS: 18+; angst; kids; eventual smut (specific chapters will have different nsfw related tags); divorce; marriage; mention of pregnancy; fluff; suggestive; romance; second chances; jealousy; older bakugou and reader
STATUS: ongoing
LAST UPDATED: march 3
UPDATES: tuesdays, thursdays , & fridays @ 2 PM EST (might post earlier sometimes)
A/N: this has been an idea that i've had for a while but never went through with it. i originally thought of it like four years ago but then fell off tumblr and now WE'RE BACK. tysm to everyone who helped out with the title of the series, especially to the anon who sent in this title!! i did not expect this series to have this many parts but i just had a lot i wanted to add to the story! also my first time doing anything nsfw in the 8 years i've had this blog lol... it's been a minute since i did a fic series (not smau related basically) so can't wait!
β It's been eight years since Bakugou handed you the divorce papers without any reason, leaving you and your two children. But when co-parenting gets difficult and old feelings come back, you struggle with whether you can fall back in love with your ex-husband.
PAIRING: prohero!bakugou/dad!bakugou/divorced!bakugou x teacher!reader / mom!reader /divorced!reader (fem)
TAGS/WARNINGS: 18+; angst; kids; eventual smut (specific chapters will have different nsfw related tags); divorce; marriage; mention of pregnancy; fluff; suggestive; romance; second chances; jealousy; older bakugou and reader
STATUS: ongoing
LAST UPDATED: march 1
UPDATES: tuesdays, thursdays , & fridays @ 2 PM EST
A/N: this has been an idea that i've had for a while but never went through with it. i originally thought of it like four years ago but then fell off tumblr and now WE'RE BACK. tysm to everyone who helped out with the title of the series, especially to the anon who sent in this title!! i did not expect this series to have this many parts but i just had a lot i wanted to add to the story! also my first time doing anything nsfw in the 8 years i've had this blog lol... it's been a minute since i did a fic series (not smau related basically) so can't wait!
β It's been eight years since Bakugou handed you the divorce papers without any reason, leaving you and your two children. But when co-parenting gets difficult and old feelings come back, you struggle with whether you can fall back in love with your ex-husband.
PAIRING: prohero!bakugou/dad!bakugou/divorced!bakugou x teacher!reader / mom!reader /divorced!reader (fem)
TAGS/WARNINGS: 18+; angst; kids; eventual smut (specific chapters will have different nsfw related tags); divorce; marriage; mention of pregnancy; fluff; suggestive; romance; second chances; jealousy; older bakugou and reader
STATUS: ongoing
LAST UPDATED: february 27
UPDATES: tuesdays, thursdays , & fridays @ 2 PM EST
A/N: this has been an idea that i've had for a while but never went through with it. i originally thought of it like four years ago but then fell off tumblr and now WE'RE BACK. tysm to everyone who helped out with the title of the series, especially to the anon who sent in this title!! i did not expect this series to have this many parts but i just had a lot i wanted to add to the story! also my first time doing anything nsfw in the 8 years i've had this blog lol... it's been a minute since i did a fic series (not smau related basically) so can't wait!
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